Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Out on A Limb And It's Quivering Under My Weight
I've stepped way out on a limb and it's making me a bit nervous--but not so nervous as not to do it. I had to take artistic license. The baby's hands pushed me into a redraw. Redrawing demanded reviewing and then reestablishing proportions. Reestablishing proportions made me reach for darker colors to correct point and plane relationships. The more I redrew, the more I loosened up with the colors and my brushstrokes. I streaked the hair with burgundy, violet and blackened blue. Reeve's store-bought Flesh will be the highlights; it's a good color unless you use it alone for flesh. I threw the hair colors into the bedding as well to give the impression of body weight. As for the little fingers that got me started, they should end up being suggestive smears.
I also had to get rid of that winter header. It, too, was weighing me down. It's sixty outside and sunny. Out my studio window, the Mourning Doves are building their nest in the Blue Spruce. The glorious seasons in front of us, brought flowers to mind, what else? I contemplated pansies,but opted instead to push ahead. While sixty degrees is enjoyable, I really love summer's heat, ever-blooming coneflower time. Note that I cropped the header size down considerably. The size of Winter 2012 was opressive, like the season itself. Note that I referred to my water soluble markers as watercolor pencils. I picked that up from one of you. I thought it was an excellent description of a medium non-painting, non-artistic people regard as child's play.